Saturday morning, Charli woke me up, wanting sex again. It’s nice to wake up with my cock gently stroked and sucked on.
I rose to the occasion, provided Charli with some laborious hard sex, and later, after sharing a shower, Charli and I went to have brunch at a little place uptown.
Charli wore black shorts that showed some cheeks and a black concert T-shirt without a bra.
We chatted about old friends and some fun times before she took me to my parents’ house. I told her I needed to run some shopping errands for them, which I did.
Later that night, Charli came by to pick me up and chatted with my parents for a bit. Then we went to a movie, a secluded jazz bar, and then went back to her place for another marathon.
I don’t know where she got the stamina, but mine was well into overtime.
I almost overslept in Charli’s apartment and told her I had to hurry home and prep for my flight. Luckily for me, I booked the early evening flight.
Charli took her time getting dressed and driving me to my parents’ house.
She wore some workout clothing, and I had to admit to myself she was attractive. She always had a nice-looking, round ass. And her glasses made her look like the sexy executive, which she is.
Along the way, I told her a bit about my job and the city I lived in.
Charli said she had been there on a business training trip and considered taking an opening her company had there. But she was dating a guy she would eventually marry.
“This time, I narrowed my choices to two places, and I chose to return home,” Charli smiled. “But how would I know where you would be? So, I took a chance to return home.”
Her comment caught me off guard.
“Charli, after all this time, were you trying to get in touch with me?” I asked, trying not to sound incredulous.
Charli let out a sigh, “Yes, I did. I had been married for sixteen months. We dated for about six months, then we eloped.”
She checked her mirrors for traffic, “During the last five or six months of my marriage, he would go off on binges. Alcoholic ones. I was too afraid to file for divorce. I eventually confided in a co-worker about his abusive language and the harsh sexual behavior he wanted with me when he came home late at night or after a business trip.”
Charli paused, took a breath, while checking traffic before turning onto another street.
“Eventually, I was talked into leaving him by my co-worker. One day, the opportunity to leave came when he had to take a business trip for a few days. She let me stay at her apartment after we took most of my things while he was gone.”
Charli allowed some tears to run down her face, “I filed for divorce the next day, and my lawyer filed for a court order keeping him from contacting me. You know, a restraining order. I heard he threatened my lawyer, then she had him arrested. That sped up the divorce proceedings.”
“Damn, so how long did you stay at your friend’s place I asked.
Charlie stopped at a traffic signal and removed her glasses to wipe her eyes.
“A little over two months,” Charlie replied. “During that time, I applied for the job opening here, and my company’s HR rep fast checked it, and here I am!”
“Charli, how did you know I would be at the club last night? Did you call Bailey?” I asked.
“I called your parents. I figured they may have the same phone number after all these years. I asked your parents how I could get in touch with you. Your mother said you were out with Eric and Bailey. So, I checked a few places before I found you.”
“I’m impressed. I thought about you now and then,” was my lame reply.
I got off the hook because we had arrived at my parents’ house by that time.
Charli leaned over, and we kissed for a long moment.
“Charli, give me your phone number,” I said as I took out my phone. “I’ll call you later.”
She smiled after I tapped in her number and called it.
“Got ya!” Charli said. “Have a safe trip.”
We kissed one last time before I got out of her car.
As I watched her white Mercedes leave, I thought to myself, “I hope she isn’t a psycho.”
As I packed, I got a text from Bailey, asking about my night. I decided to wait to reply.
On my flight home, I couldn’t stop worrying about Charli. It didn’t seem normal to have someone from the past seek me out, track me down, then jump back into my life.
Charli and I had a good middle school thing, but that was then, this is now. We all change due to life’s experiences and age.
The sex we had over the weekend was exceptional.
Charli obviously had money and a good career, which is a good thing for a guy who’s in a good-paying career himself and considering a long-term relationship with someone.
When I got off my plane and made my way through the corridors to the baggage pick up, my phone chirped with three text messages, one from Charli, the other two from Bailey.
I forgot to reply to Bailey earlier because I was busy packing and making sure my parents were OK before leaving them.
When I got back to my apartment, I unpacked and cleaned up before I read Bailey’s messages. She asked about Charli, which I expected, and in the second message, she asked if I was home yet.
Charli texted me saying she enjoyed our reunion and hoped she didn’t come on too hard and fast.
I replied to Charli first. “No, but you caught me by surprise, and I enjoyed seeing you after all these years.”
I know it was a dull reply, but it was the truth.
Charli responded, “The other night was the first time I talked to Bailey in a few years.”
Charli continued, saying Bailey was cordial, but they hadn’t talked since the other night. She said she hoped Bailey would loosen up and they would become friends.
I agreed and told Charli that Bailey was going through a few things within her marriage. But I didn’t elaborate.
We told each other goodnight, then I texted Bailey, and she immediately responded.
“Tell me about Friday night,” she texted.
I couldn’t resist, so I replied, “She took me to her apartment and fucked the shit out of me!”
“So much for details and a blunt response,” Bailey replied.
“Gentlemen don’t talk about those things,” I teased.
“Fuck you! LOL” was her response.
“LOL! Tell me about you and Eric.”
“Ladies don’t talk about that!”
“Bullshit!”
Bailey said Eric was like a teenager getting his first piece. “I went down on him in the car, while he drove home, and he almost ran into the back of another car. He pulled over into a nearby parking lot, and I sucked him off there.”
I laughed at the comment, then texted her to tell me about when they got home.
Bailey said, “Eric mounted and fucked me hard, making me sore when I woke Saturday morning. It was great, like the old Eric when we dated.”
“That’s what you and he needed, all along,” I texted back to Bailey.
Bailey texted a smiley emoji and said Eric was in bed, and she was going to join him.
Before she could put her phone down, I texted her, “Show me your tits.”
“You’re a pervert!” was her reply.
Then she sent a picture.
